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Hello there and happy Monday! Welcome to the 29th Edition of my 'Give Us Attention' feature articles.
I know it's a day late but better late than never, right?
ALL THE AMAZING ART FEATURED IN THESE ARTICLE SERIES!
What the heck is this News Article about?
This small series of articles present you with works that, in my opinion and I hope you agree with me, deserve more attention! If you'd like to suggest works that, in your opinion, deserve more attention and exposure, please do send me a note or post your suggestions on my journal or even here! You can suggest your own works or other deviant's works.
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If you enjoyed these edition's featured deviations and artists, don't forget to their works and to this article so more deviants can come across them! Oh, and make sure you check the past editions of this series! (links can be found in the end of this page)
And now, behold the featured deviations! Yay!
D E V I A N T(s) - O F - T H E - W E E K
D E V I A T I O N S
I am the Cardinal SinsSay hello everyone to my siblings of sin
Each sister housing a Capital Vice within.
The classification of objectionable flaw
Seven Demons who'll invite you to Satan's Door.
Meet Gula, Miss Glutonny, she'll swallow you whole
greedily indulge in the desires of your soul.
Temptation will drive you to gladly take her hand
and she will lead you away from the promised land.
Fornicatio, her desires and lustful needs
lechery and devotion to sexual greed
Ferral dark passions devored the pure in her mind
A soul overpowered by a love unrefined.
Avaritia, like Lust and Gula at best
denotes greed herself, another sin of excess.
SHE'S THE GIRL ...She's the girl that sits in the corner biting back her distress,
hoping for some cashmere care, a smile to end her mess,
but the shadows creep inward and the darkness she can't fight,
so with the ink of what remains unspoken, she writes.
She stares ahead, into eyes that don't notice her tears
and the emotion that reduces her to an unknown smear,
she swallows hard the plaintive cries from making their escape,
trying to hold together, inside they stay and distort her shape.
Another tear slips free and another, moments of peace are few,
she hears her heartbeat ricochet off Silence, there's no rescue
from the voices that crowd her sanit
words that start with ssweet smell of honeysuckle seduces me-
sedates me into the swells of summer.
the stones sweep in the seventies and i
am a long-legged seventeen year old with
an acute sense of the cause
the sunny stupor of spliff smoke
creates a seam in the universe and
staples it shut. all of the answers
are in this envelope
the sweaty piety of sex
is my offering to a broad-shouldered
soldier in his struggle for significance.
he is smooth all over, in his heart and
soul too, and i scale the sharp shores of him
to the unlimited expanse of sand and sea.
he is waiting there for me,
the sweet smell of honeysuckle seduces
Her eyes...A girl, sits alone.
She's a ghostly looking one.
Thin, pale, but healthy.
Her hair is parted,
One side to the right,
The other dangling at her left.
She wears the crumbly, two dollar mascara.
A nappy shirt, slightly worn.
And baggy sweatpants, which pass her feet.
It is dinner time for her,
Some nice hearty soup will do her well,
To warm her, help her, and fill her.
The room that surrounds her is silent.
Just the normal sounds,
Of her rather pitiful life...
Her removal of bands from wired teeth.
The contact of spoon and bowl.
The eager kitten who awaits her leftovers.
Can You Hear The Piper?I am the piper of lost souls,
Playing away my sorrows.
As I play they gather around me,
Looking for guidance and love,
Which I gladly trade for company.
They sing along,
With my heartfelt song,
The cries of the dead rising strong,
They sing of chaos without name,
A mortals' sin brings about much pain.
Their voices carry into the night,
Sailing on like birds of flight.
A beacon bright to those deceased,
They flock to me like sheep,
A moth to the blazing heat.
I call them here with my tune,
Underneath this starlit sky,
The passing sailor hears their cry,
I am beckoning all to my sight,
Gathering my bounty, for tonight.
HospitalI can freely walk the halls of white walls,:thumb208853027:
Though I'd rather frequent the colors of my school.
I'm not as insane as the rest of them;
They are kept in white rooms with white sheets
And a small photo album to remember home.
I'm a passer-by, a spy amongst them,
The one people whisper, "Why's she here?"
I can question the ones I sit with.
The girls, all sat at one table,
And the boys at another.
The girls are a mixed bag of broken and defiant,
But my eyes lock upon the tall boy with empty eyes.
He belongs here.
It's obvious he belongs here.
I can play along with their lessons,
And I can swallow the reverend's words.
I guess spi
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~zungzwang signing out. Have a nice week!